We ate lunch yesterday at a delightful outdoor seafood place on the Gulf. The tables are outside and birds wander around on the deck.
The sad part: We shared our table with a small bird whose feet were tied together with fishing line. He must have become tangled somehow and now is doomed. He hopped around in futility while we watched helplessly. Just another example of how we manage to screw up the ecosystem without even trying. While the BP oil spill gets the headlines for its impact on birds, this guy is going to die from the most mundane of reasons.
The happy part: The fish was really good. I tried not to think about what the fish must have thought.